Shabbat Shalom, Baby Girl
February 15, 2013
So, yesterday I packed Carrie off to Israel with a bunch of other teenagers and a few brave and generous leadership-type souls.
There she goes. They were rushing to get to Jerusalem by sundown for shabbat. Having never been in Jerusalem for shabbat, or even an ordinary sunset, I am a little envious. Stones are only stones, but as Reb Jack White and the Raconteurs have pointed out, some stones will shout.
By more or less coincidence, this afternoon I cast on the State Street Cowl. I’m using Bauhaus by Soul Wool, a bulky wool that is hand spun and hand dyed in Israel. (I found it at the revitalized Yarn Company on Broadway and 81st Street in NYC). The color is Bat Grey. Bat as in the animal, I’m sure, but perhaps also as in “bat mitzvah.” ANYHOO. Insert maudlin maternal thoughts here. Why is it that the minute they are out the door, one’s innards turn to mush?
Back to the State Street Cowl. Based on its cuteness and rave reviews, I’m auditioning it for a back-up go-to cowl pattern. I love the Honey Cowl, but I’d like something a little chunkier. I still have lots of necks to be-cowl, and I’m hopeful about the State Street Cowl because it has a texture pattern that has a nice groove to it while you’re knitting. Easily memorized because it makes sense. Stylish without being precious or fancy.
I knit what you see here, which is about a third of the cowl, in an hour. (US 11 needles + rhythmic knit and purl pattern = speedy.)
I want to knit one in the suggested yarn, Quince & Co.’s Puffin. But here’s the thing. I’m lazy about ordering yarn online. I do my impulse shopping in yarn stores, which don’t, as yet anyway, carry Quince & Co.. I’ll get around to it, as I’ve heard all the good things about Quince & Co.’s lush yarns, but I am just saying: I am old. I like to buy yarn in yarn stores. Retailers take note; we still exist.
And here’s a bit of a meh project. Flush with the success of the Chevron Scarf from Scarves, Shrugs & Shawls by Sarah Hatton, and eager to bust my stash of single balls of Rowan Kid Silk Haze, I cast on for the Bold Stripe Scarf. As you can see, I’m in the early stages. It’s fine mindless subway knitting, but I’m already beginning to think about how long it’s going to get, and worry that it’s going to be a dank, snaky coil of mohair around my neck when it’s finished. Is it worth all the round-and-round? It’s just a tube. Even with my high tolerance–affection, even–for soothingly simple knitting, is this too boring? Is the FO going to be worth it? Don’t know yet.
Happy holiday weekend to those in the US and everybody else, enjoy a regular-sized weekend.